waterhead

The wind is singing a wild tune to-night—cannot be colder on our own heaths—and the waves dash like our Waterhead.

Looking back, Yewdale Crag stands finely over the waterhead; Brantwood is opposite.

Our old Waterhead Inn, where I was so happy playing in the boats, exists no more.

The famous road engineer in our day, Macadam, born at Waterhead, was descended from this ancient family.

Perhaps all the boats are engaged—and Billy Balmer is at the Waterhead.